My children will insist on growing up and making me feel old. Yesterday saw Sam turn 9.
The day before we’d spent some time at a softplay centre with lots of his friends so his birthday was a much more relaxed affair. He needed to be cajoled out of bed to open his presents as he was too busy reading Harry Potter for the goodness knows how manyth time.
We picked up his best friend Oscar from the ferry in the morning and came back here where the boys played Sam’s new Xbox game, chatted, made a mess of Sam’s room, got on my nerves with the new ‘sound machine’ (every one needs a great aunt to buy those presents that children love but parents hate).